Please know that I responded to comments on the last three posts. Sorry it took so long.
Some random 4 year old stopped me on the street today. I had Isa in the stroller.
4YO: Who are you picking up?
ME: No one.
4YO: But where are you going? Who are you picking up?
ME: I’m picking up cat food.
4YO: You don’t have a bigger kid?
ME: Nope, just this one.
4YO: Are you going to have another baby?
ME: I hope so.
4YO: You’re going to have another baby so she can be a sister?
ME: I hope so.
4YO: Another girl so they can be sisters.
(Her younger sister – a spitting image of her only smaller, in too large hand me downs – grinders her toe into the cement behind her).
ME: I would love that. I have a sister.
4YO: Another baby so then she can be a big sister.
ME: That would be nice. I am a big sister and I like it a lot. Do you like being a big sister?
4YO: (Nods). So you’ll have another baby?
ME: Yes. I hope so. Very much.
4YO: (Looking at her dad for reassurance). Is she going to be a sister?
4YO’s DAD: She’ll either be an only child or a sister.
With tears in my eyes I walk away.
This little girl, she had no idea what she was saying. To her a little baby being pushed along in a stroller is missing something, something very dear indeed. Something worth inquiring about. Something that absolutely should be there.
For some reason this exchange saddened my deeply. Not knowing the answer to her question. Only being able to say, I hope so.
All I know is, if I can’t make this little girl a big sister, it will break my heart.